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O Earth, wrap me Let me fall Sing to me Let my wounds Into your wonderful Let my wounds Let me be.
O Earth, wrap me Let me fall Sing to me Let my wounds Into your wonderful Let my wounds Let me be.
Dancing the Labyrinth ...The only reason
Twilight ... A star seems You look into the eye It could be morning. At last
Dancing the Labyrinth ...The only reason
Twilight ... A star seems You look into the eye It could be morning. At last
Volcano You blow yourself up to nurture your children, to draw attention to a larger reality than human history, to teach us that destruction is part of creation, to remind us that the Earth is alive and every day of bearable light is a gift.
The Night Gardener This is my bliss time. I water under the moon while the world sleeps. Awake with owls and bats, moths and cats and the worker bee who never sleeps -- I give grasses their drink, kiss the night-blooming flowers whose moon-drenched yellow scent surrounds the garden, whose round blossoms glow in the dark, dancing like drunkard angels.
This remarkable work proves that a time of devastating change can result in magnificent growth and illumination. In these intensely personal and universal ponderings, Episcopal priest, author-poet, and therapist Alla Renee Bozarth relates the wrenching decisions that caused her to move from her "exile" in the Midwest back to Oregon, to her place "at the foot of the mountain." She takes us through her grief at the death of her father and of her young husband, then shares her gradual healing through the creative process of writing this book. As she finds strengths to minister to herself, she ministers to us. In introducing us to her special places and symbols, her teachers, we are moved to discover our own healing metaphors for ourselves.
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